The drive back from the festival felt much quieter than the ride there. Diesel lay stretched across the back seat of my truck and occasionally lifting his head whenever we stopped at traffic lights before settling back down again. The trophy from the engine building competition rested on the passenger seat beside me, but I barely looked at it. My thoughts kept returning to Tyler's warning.
Charlotte had been meeting strangers. Not business associates and not friends. Strangers who arrived on motorcycles and gathered in abandoned industrial buildings and the more I thought about it, the less I liked it.
By the time I pulled into the Lawson Customs parking lot, several Iron Vipers had already arrived. Ben and Mia finished unloading the last display motorcycle while Hunter unsuccessfully tr
